Last Night’s Live Tweet Failure Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was hosting a live tweet.  The movie that we were going to watch was on Prime but I couldn’t get Prime to load on my television, my laptop, or my phone.  I checked with twitter and Prime was working for everyone else but not for me.  Everyone else was watching and commenting on the movie but not me.

Needless to say, I wasn’t happy.  In the dream, I was more upset that everyone decided to watch without me than I was about not being able to watch the movie.

Last Night’s Movie Dream

Last night, I dreamt I was watching a British spy film. In the film, a team of spies was trying to track down a mysterious figure named Wardell, who was apparently responsible for a series of crimes. The movie kept jumping back and forth in time and I was getting annoyed because it was impossible to follow the plot. I don’t remember much more about the dream but I do know that, at one point, all of the spies gathered in a deserted amusement park and said that they had discovered that Wardell didn’t actually exist but there was some other crime lord out there who was pretending to be Wardell.

Last Night’s Angsty Fragment of a Dream

I don’t remember much about last night’s dreams.  I know that a lot of my friends were visiting and we were watching Barefoot in the Park.  I was upset that someone had parked their car in the backyard.  Then, when the movie ended, I was really upset that everyone left.  Just fragments of movies and angst.

Last Night’s Movie Dream

Last night, I dreamt I was watching a movie about a man and a woman running through the streets of Italy, being chased by a mob of people.  While the man was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, the woman was wearing a wedding dress.  In the dream, I was frustrated because I couldn’t figure out the title of the movie.

Last Night’s Movie Dream

Last night, I dreamed that a new Harry Potter film has been released.  Jeff and I drove out to a theater that had been set up in the back of an old Victoria mansion so that we could watch it.  Unfortunately, it turned out that the rest of the audience didn’t know much about Harry Potter and they spent the entire movie yelling back at the screen about how they couldn’t follow the film’s plot and, as a result, we really couldn’t enjoy the movie.

When the movie ended, the owner of the house entered the theater and told us that we couldn’t leave yet because there was a riot going on outside.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Alamo Drafthouse-Related Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was leaving my house so that I could go to work.  As I stepped out the front door, I saw that there was a group of men and women — none of whom I knew — standing in the front yard. They were all wearing ragged clothing and had long, greasy hair and several of them had dirt smeared on their face, as if it had been a while since they had last washed.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” I demanded.

The tallest of the men looked at me.  “What’s the problem?”

“This is my yard.  Get out of here before I call the cops.”

“This is our yard,” he replied.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

Suddenly, this giant pit bull jumped out of the crowd and started barking at me.  Since I’m nervous around dogs in both real life and in my dreams, I stumbled back and nearly fell backward before I regained my balance.  The pit bull growled at me and then jumped out into the street and started running.  As we all watch, the pit bull ran down to the end of the block, turned the corner, and disappeared.

“You scared my dog!” the man yelled at me.

“Your dog shouldn’t have been here!”

Suddenly, the man calmed down and said, very evenly,  “The least you can do is help me look for him.”

At this point, the dream abruptly cut to me sitting in the passenger’s side of an SUV that was being driven by the man.  We were driving around, looking for his dog.  The man kept saying that he was going to be in so much trouble if he didn’t find his dog.

“What I don’t get is why your dog was there in the first place,” I said.

The man started to cry.  I watched as tears slid down his dirt-covered face and I started to get really annoyed.  I looked away from him and realized that we were driving by the Alamo Drafthouse.

“Stop here!” I said.

The man stopped the SUV.  “Did you see him?”

“No, I’m going to go ask the people in the theater if they saw him,” I said, as I got out of the SUV.  I added, “I’ll be right back!” as I shut the door.

I ran into the theater and bought tickets for a showing of the Suspiria remake.  “Is this going to be any good?” I asked the woman who sold me the tickets.

She shrugged and said, “You’ve got a coupon for a dollar off a burger.”

I took my ticket and my coupon and entered the theater.  I sat down and waited for the movie to begin.

And that’s when I woke up!